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The Baby Arms

About Me

What is there to say, really? The Baby Arms are just four of your average Non-Deformists* who decided to be way hotter shit than seems reasonable. We all played in other bands, went to each others shows, drank beer, managed illegal gambling establishments, gave tigers their stripes, taught midgets to read, showed vaginas how to smile, (and not just a few how to frown), just, you know, you're basic small town punk rock and rollery. Then, blah, blah, blah, something happened, blah, blah, blah, we started practicing, blah, blah, blah, something, something, best band ever, now, us, we are it. It seems ridiculous to start, at this point, reeling of the list of insane-o, awesome things that we've done. It's just not doable at this juncture. If I were to type it all out my fingers would double over and vomit off their nails from exhaustion. My herpes would go into, back out of, and back into, remission. They would invent outer space and then go to it and then wait awhile and then claim it was all bullshit. Time, my, space friends, is of the essence, and it is starting to smell like Elizabeth Taylor in here. And not Elizabeth Taylor the actress, god damn it. Elizabeth Taylor the local homeless lady who gives all the young punks new boots and blow jobs. Suffice it to say the Baby Arms are pretty fucking awesome. In fact I don't think we can even write a bad song. I believe it was last week at practice, maybe the week before, we were sitting around talking about that very thing. Someone said that it ,basically, wasn't fair to the other local bands that we could only write killer songs. We were using up all the gold and the other kids were stuck with semen and silly putty. So we decided to try and write a bad song. Just an off the cuff, who gives a shit, piece of petrified puke. Next thing you know, cocaine and prostitutes. That only happens when you are really good. It took about ten minutes for them to show up. But...I digress. Four guys. Punk rock. Check it out.*Non-Deformist. (noun) Someone who's not deformed, dummy.

My Interests

Music:

Member Since: 26/02/2007
Band Website: Just the myspace chunk.
Band Members: Nick, Chuck Smiley, and DaveO. Plus a bucket full of kick in the nuts punk rockery.
Influences: Basically we are all influenced by the cool kids and they way they make a man feel nauseous. You know how a band can play some total ass-style of music, but then dress cool, and add the word "Punk" to their self description? "My name is Theodore and my band plays rectum/electro punk." Sorry Theo, eat a big bowl of dick cereal. Unless you're Fonzy, you're probably not very cool. We in the Baby Arms have come to terms with our un-coolness, and have in fact embraced ugliness and stupidity. I got fat on purpose.
Sounds Like: Really, humbly, I would say we sound like a rip in the underpants of time and space. Embarrassing maybe. But really very undeniable. Have you ever had to buy new underwear for existence? Didn't think so. So how would you know anything?
Record Label: Unsigned

My Blog

Corporate Restructuring

Well kiddies  The baby arms have lost chuck on the drums. He decided to move to Salt Lake City to become a punk or a mormon, or something like that. We wish him the best of course on his new "missi...
Posted by on Mon, 03 Nov 2008 07:58:00 GMT

REIGNDEER!

I was thinking that maybe we should change a few things about ourselves. First of all, we will be metal a band. Secondly, we will only write songs about Christmas. And most importantly of all, in big ...
Posted by on Fri, 05 Sep 2008 09:14:00 GMT

Not For Me.

WorkIt's a place to go when there's no other place for you to take up spaceAnd show your ugly faceWorkIt's a place to go where time moves slowAnd you don't know if the time you spendWill be equivalent...
Posted by on Thu, 21 Aug 2008 16:52:00 GMT

What Kind Of Animal Am I?

ILike To tell liesDistort the facts I blow out of my assAlways pollute the policy of truthThat's my Depeche mode of operationA little vacation taken from libertysAnd general moral codePublic trust has...
Posted by on Sat, 19 Jul 2008 11:03:00 GMT

Untroubled by title.

The mucky mucks have run amokAnd now this place is fuckedIf you thought that things were bad beforeWait and see how much worse it’ll suckThe cost of breath shoots throught the roofThe slave wage...
Posted by on Thu, 10 Apr 2008 10:54:00 GMT

This Life.

I’ve already taken the worlds biggest crapSo what’s left for me in this life?These sentiments echo through my headAs I watch over my shoulderAs I’m sure I’m being followedMaybe...
Posted by on Thu, 10 Apr 2008 09:34:00 GMT

Diapers of the Dead!

 Diapers of the Dead will be a new movie starring diapers and dead people. The diapers will be full of action and miscellaneous ass debris. The people will be dead. They will not come back from t...
Posted by on Wed, 27 Feb 2008 12:00:00 GMT

Ghosts Are Afraid Of Me.

Ghosts of the 50's think ghosts of the 60's are hippiesGhosts of the 70's have plenty to moan about with all the phantom herpes going aroundGhosts of the 80's like to blame it all on ReaganOr at least...
Posted by on Tue, 08 Jan 2008 17:40:00 GMT

What Makes A Man Start Fires?

What makes a man start fires darling?What makes a man start fires baby?What makes a man start fires?Cuddly kitty poop shit ass fuckA bucket full of puke and a run of bad luckI'll tell you what makes a...
Posted by on Tue, 08 Jan 2008 17:22:00 GMT

I (heart) Beer!

Half the problem half the cureI might be solved but I can't be sureA gallon a day to keep the flies awayA bottle or two to keep the world at bayCrack a tall Pabst let the blue ribbons flyA layer of pe...
Posted by on Tue, 08 Jan 2008 17:15:00 GMT